I’m the contracted bride of the billionaire

Philip stepped out of the sleek black town car, slid on his sunglasses, and grimaced at the scene before him. The bustling shopping mall, packed on this Saturday afternoon with families, teenagers, and the elderly. He would have sent his assistant to pick up the bespoke suit he was having tailored, but his father insisted he stop by himself to try it on one final time before the big charity gala tonight. Philip steeled himself and strode towards the entrance, nods and murmurs rippling through the crowd as people recognized the heir to the Waller Communications empire.

Once inside the polished marble atrium, Philip quickened his pace, avoiding eye contact with the many shoppers doing double takes in his direction. He felt their eyes burning into him, a mixture of awe and scrutiny that made his jaw tighten. His usual calculated smile didn’t come as easily these days. Not since the messy public break-up with Alexa six months ago and the ever-growing pressure from his father to “settle down”. As if he could just order a wife on Amazon Prime.

Winding through the clusters of people, Philip turned the corner past a gurgling fountain and collided with another body, nearly losing his footing.

“Hey, watch it!” a female voice yelped. Philip turned to see a young woman who had dropped several shopping bags after their abrupt encounter. Without thinking he bent down to help gather her spilled belongings.

“My apologies, I was in a rush and didn’t see you there,” Philip said, catching a glimpse of wavy auburn hair and delicate hands clutching at a leather sketchbook.

“Yeah, these sunglasses kind of make it hard to see indoors,” the woman scoffed, nodding at Philip’s face as she snatched her sketchbook back. She had an edge to her voice but not in the fawning way Philip was accustomed to from most women he met.

“I suppose they do…” Philip allowed himself a brief smile as they both stood back up. “Let me make it up to you. There’s a coffee shop on the second floor, do me the honour of buying you a cup?”

The woman eyed him warily, and Philip realized she likely had no clue who he was behind the dark lenses. Her oversized sweater and paint-speckled jeans were a far cry from the couture looks he normally saw.

“I don’t know…” she started slowly.

“Please, I insist. Considering I nearly mowed you over back there.” Philip gave her his most charming grin, curious about this unconventional beauty before him.

“Alright, one coffee,” she relented with a shrug.

Philip extended his hand. “I’m Philip, by the way.”

She shook it. “Amelia.”

“Amelia… lovely name,” Philip murmured. They strolled towards the escalator side by side, no longer in a rush. As they glided upwards, Philip stole occasional glances at her. Wisps of her hair caught the light, and he felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest.

“So do you make a habit of knocking women down and then asking them out for coffee?” Amelia asked wryly as they stepped off on the second floor.

Philip let out an embarrassed laugh. “Actually, this is a first for me. I don’t usually get out much… to places like this.”

He realized how sheltered that sounded. Amelia probably spent weekends just like this, mingling with regular people, while Philip’s world was isolated behind the gilded gates of privilege.

“Well, it’s a nice change of pace for me too,” Amelia admitted, her tone softening. Was she also lonely in her own way, Philip wondered.

They walked into the aromatic warmth of the coffee shop, the chatter of customers filling the air. Philip insisted on paying before joining Amelia at a small table in the back corner. He slid the sunglasses off, her kind eyes and radiant aura instantly lighting up his mood.

Over frothy cappuccinos they shared surprisingly easy conversation, about art and music and dreams for the future. Philip found himself confessing hopes and fears he rarely voiced to anyone, enthralled by her thoughtful perspectives. Gone was his usual armor of wealth, replaced only by their human connection.

But too soon a buzzing cell phone broke the spell. Philip glanced down at the stream of texts from his assistant asking his status on picking up the suit. He was running late.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time, I need to…” Philip began reluctantly as he stood up.

“Go ahead, I get it,” Amelia said with understanding. They walked towards the escalator, both slowing their pace as if to stretch out these last moments together.

“Thanks for having coffee with me… and the lovely company,” Philip said.

“You are welcome .” Amelia smiled, and Philip etched every detail of her delicate lips into his mind.

He was about to turn to leave when he pivoted back. “Will I… see you here again?” He held his breath, suddenly worried she would decline.

But Amelia paused thoughtfully. “Tell you what – meet me on the bench by the fountain at noon next Saturday. I’ll give you a second chance to make up for that collision.”

Joy flooded through Philip’s veins. “It’s a date.”

Floating down the escalator, the bustling crowds no longer bothered Philip. He felt changed somehow, like a splash of color brightening up his monochromatic world. He could hardly wait for their next encounter, intrigued by this fascinating girl.

Philip hurried to the luxurious boutique on the ground level to pick up his suit, though his thoughts kept straying to Amelia’s radiant smile.

As the shopkeeper carefully handed him the garment bag and fussed over final minor alterations, Philip’s phone buzzed again. He thanked the woman absently, signed for the extravagant bill, and stepped outside towards the waiting town car.

Sliding into the plush leather backseat, Philip’s lips turned up involuntarily, still caught in the spell of the last hour.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You seem in an unusually pleasant mood, Mr. Waller, considering how much you detest the mall,” his driver Stan commented, raising an eyebrow in the rearview mirror as they pulled onto the street.

“Yes, well, perhaps it wasn’t as awful an experience as I had anticipated,” Philip muttered, hoping his cheeks weren’t flushing noticeably.

Stan didn’t pry further, having learned when to remain discreet around his notorious playboy employer. But Philip’s thoughts remained consumed by Amelia the entire ride home.

It was only that evening, as Philip was dressing for the high society gala, that a wave of uncertainty crept in. He glanced at his reflection, fussing with his cufflinks. Was he really so enchanted after just one brief meeting? After Alexa’s betrayal, he had vowed never to let his guard down and trust so freely again.

Perhaps it was foolish to believe a chance encounter with a random girl in the mall could lead anywhere meaningful…

Shaking off the creeping doubts, Philip steeled himself and headed downstairs to the waiting limo. He had business contracts to close and powerful figures to network with tonight. There was no room for distractions like a whirlwind coffee date, no matter how alluring.

Still, as the limo drove deeper into the glitzy heart of the city where cold ambition ruled, Philip couldn’t deny a tiny flicker of something new stirring inside, kindled by the memory of Amelia’s smile.

Only time would tell if that fragile flame would ignite into a greater fire…